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Hother dear . 

Uncles. Aunts and Cousins too and Father 

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Im sure you'll lqve—them all. tall. 

The Brownie Twins the dog- the cat 

The baby- eat anm *** round 
They ape the jolliest little folk 
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TLiefot stories in rhyme bu 
ELOI5E BYlhGTOri 
duMor of Dai Land Stories 
and other stories in rhyme 

iuuustraiijons by, 

- MARGUERITE JOME5- 


ALBER.T WHITMAN AND COMPANY 

PUBLI$HEd5 




CHICAGO 


U.S.A. 





THE PANCAKE BROWNIES 
Copyright 1928 

By Albert Whitman & Company 



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OTHER “JUST RIGHT” BOOKS 

Hallowe’en Tales and Games 

By Ethel Owen 

Aunt Martha’s Corner Cupboard 

By Mary and Elizabeth Kirby 

Alice in Wonderland 

By Lewis Carroll 

The Little Lame Prince 

By Miss Mulock 

The Pumpkin People 

By Ethel Owen 


“JUST RIGAt BOOK” 
Made in the U. S. A. 


SEP -7 1928 

©CIA 1054173 









The Brownie People of Pancake Town 

ARE JOLLY LITTLE FOLKS 
YOU HARDLY EVER SEE THEM FROWN 
AND HARMLESS ARE THEIR JOKES 

For Grandpa Brownie years ago 

LEARNED TIS NO USE TO SIGH 

Or orumble over each hard task 

JUST GO AHEAD AND TRY 

5o he- and Grandma Brownie too 

ARE MERRY. PLUMP AND GAY 
TTlO BRINGING UP THEIR FAMILY LARGE 
HAS BEEN SOME TASK . YOULL SAY 

But now they live in happiness 
in cozy Pamcake Town 
And all the Brownie Bungalows 

ARE MADE OF PANCAKES BROWN. 









But on the pickets caught her skirt, and down she went 
ker-thump !—Jane Brownie’s New Dress. 

























Contents 

Page 

The Brownie Twins and Their Airplane. 11 

The Brownies at the Circus. 17 

Polly Brownie Fools, the Cat. 24 

Jane Brownie’s New Dress. 38 

Tommy Brownie Goes Camping. 46 

Grandmother Brownie Goes to Market. 55 

The Brownies’ Thanksgiving. 61 

Susie Brownie’s Easter Flowers. 68 

The Brownies’ Hallowe’en. 75 

Pancake Town in Winter Time. 84 

The Brownies’ Picnic...... 89 

















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List of Full Page Illustrations 

Page 

But on the Pickets Caught Her Skirt and Down She 


Went Ker-thump!. 6 

What Could Be On His Back?. 10 

A Giant Toadstool Makes a Tent..... 19 

Father Brownie Fished and Fished... 33 

A Minnow Large Came Swimming By.... 35 

Who, Who, Who, Who Are You?. 53 

She Started Out to Pancake Market.... 57 

At Two O’clock the Feast Was Spread. 65 

From Stone to Stone Across the Brook She Jumped.... 71 

Sue Tried to Ring the Doorbell. 79 

The Brownie Children Like to Skate and Slide. 87 

When Everything Is Ready It All Looks Very Fine. ... 93 












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They stole on tiptoe down the stairs 
and out the pancake door, and hand 
in hand ran down the street to Uncle 
Brownie’s store. That jolly man gave 
each a cake and said, “Now there’s the 
bell! Hurry to school, do as you 
should, and learn your lessons well.” 

But Johnny Brownie winked his eye 
and Sally Brownie too. Let others go 
to school, but they knew nicer things 
to do. 

The twins quite merrily ran off and 
it was not toward school; they crossed 
the fields until they reached a certain 
shining pool. Shoes and stockings 


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soon were off, they splashed about 
with glee, until as they were growing 
tired, said Johnny Boy, “Oh, see! An 
airplane, Sally, just for us. Now we 
can have some fun.” “Oh, John,” said 
Sally, “could we ride? How does the 
engine run?” 

A Butterfly, a gorgeous one, with 
wings of blue and black, lit on a cow¬ 
slip near the twins, they climbed up 
on his back. And there they sat quite 
scared but thrilled, pretending they 
could ride, that this was a great air¬ 
plane with an engine large inside. 
The Butterfly drank all he wished 


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from out the cowslip’s cup, then 
gracefully he moved his wings and 
toward the sky moved up! 

The Brownie Twins hung on in 
fright as over trees they flew. Oh, 
dear, they wished they were in school, 
whatever should they do? The But¬ 
terfly was puzzled too, what could be 
on his back? It felt as big and heavy 
as Santa Claus’s pack! He tried in vain 
to shake the load, turned cartwheels 
in the air, flew upside down and down¬ 
side up—he gave the twins Some 
Scare. 

“Oh dear,” sobbed Sally Brownie, 


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‘‘How I wish I were in school.” 


“how I wish I were in school, I’d be so 
good and study hard and try to keep 
each rule.” “And so would I,” said 
Johnny, as the airplane took a swoop, 
“Oh, Sally, can’t we stop this thing 
before we loop the loop?” 

The frightened Butterfly, poor 


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thing, was growing tired and weak 
when he saw an open window and 
flew toward it like a streak. Another 
minute, he was in, a resting place at 
last! He heaved a sigh and drooped 
his wings and to a chair clung fast. 
Sally and Johnny Brownie slid off his 
back pell mell. They were in their 
dear old SCHOOL ROOM AND WITH 
JOY STOOD UP TO SPELL! 



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Grandfather Brownie, dear old 
man, has grown quite lame of late, 
for he is old and needs a cane, his age 
is ten times eight! And yet his heart 
is merry still, upon his face a smile, as 
his cane goes tapping down the street 


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in just the happiest style. It plays a 
tune that tap, tap, tap, the children 
love to hear. It seems to say “Now 
we’ll have fun for Grandfather 
Brownie’s near!” 

He joins the children in their 
games, and tells them stories wild, of 
bears and Indians and all such tales as 
please a child. But when the circus 
comes to town, oh, that’s a glorious 
day, for Grandfather Brownie says, 
“Come on, there’ll be no school today. 
We children all must see the show and 
school books do not matter.” He lines 
them up and leads the way, his cane 


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goes pitter patter. The Brownie chil¬ 
dren dance with glee as down the 
street they go, when Grandfather 
Brownie is along they’ll have great 
fun they know. 

Down in the meadow near the 
woods, that border Pancake Town, a 
giant toadstool makes a tent, for ani¬ 
mals and clown. The greatest show 
on earth it is, the Brownie People 
think, with popcorn balls, and toy bal¬ 
loons, and lemonade to drink. The 
crickets play a merry tune, the circus 
band are they; the animals then 
march around, a queer clown leads 


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And on a grasshopper he sat. 

the way! for he is just a Brownie 
Clown, and on a grasshopper he sat! 
He rolls and jumps, turns somersaults, 
and all such tricks as that. 

Behind him march the animals, 
(but not the big kind we see, when 
we go to the circus; how small these 


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seem to be). Yet to the Brownie chil¬ 
dren, they seem quite fierce and big, 
and how they clap and laugh to see 
a beetle dance a jig! 

A spider swings upon a rope, it 
looks as if he’d fall, but up he goes 
clear to the top and is not scared at 
all. The Brownie Children watch with 
awe, the Boa Constrictor squirm, but 
all big folks would see at once it was 
just an angle worm. The grass hop¬ 
per, in suit of green, jumped from a 
daisy’s back, while a pretty little fire¬ 
fly, rode bareback on an ant. 

The children all had toy balloons, 


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The brownies at the Circus 


just dandelions grown old, and from 
the golden buttercups, they drank the 
dewdrops cold. Of course they 
thought it lemonade, and said it 
tasted good, and tried to sip it 
daintily as all good children should. 

When at last the show was over 
back to Pancake Town they went, 
each Brownie Child was sure that he, 
a lovely day had spent, and they 
thanked their Grandfather Brownie, 
who laughed and shook his head. 
“Why bless your hearts, I had THE 
NICEST TIME OF ALL,” he said. 


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cPolly brownie yools the Cat 

Poll Brownie is the Parrot, a queer 
old bird is he. He can talk and laugh 
and whistle almost any melody. The 
Brownie Children love him and have 
taught him how to call, “Polly, Polly 
wants a cracker. Look out there, Poll 
will fall!” Then down he’ll slip from 
off his perch and lie as if quite dead, 
then wink one eye and laugh, Ho, Ho, 
and gaily shake his head. He fools 
’most everybody by imitating sound: 
he will say meow, until they’re sure 


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that kitty is around. He will squeak 
and squeak just like a mouse and 
often fools the cat, who creeps 
around so still then finds, there is no 
mouse and that old Poll is laughing 
“Ho, ho, ho, to think I fooled you so! 
You stupid cat, you’re old enough a 
mouse’s squeak to know.” It makes 
the cat feel so ashamed, he slinks be¬ 
hind a chair and wishes Poll was small 
enough for him to chase and scare. 

The Brownie Children wanted old 
Poll to say “Bow wow” but he simply 
would not try it though they tried to 
teach him how. He would shut his 


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eyes and yawn and yawn, and not one 
word would say, so the children grow¬ 
ing tired, at last would go away. And 
even when they tried to coax or bribe 
him with a cake, he would ruffle up his 
feathers and his wise old head would 
shake. 

High in the corner by the porch, two 
wrens had built a nest. Of all the 
friends Poll Brownie had, he loved 
those two the best. They were such 
friendly little birds, in shining coats 
of brown. They would tell old Poll 
the gossip of the birds in Pancake 
Town. Poll liked their merry chatter, 


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They were such friendly little birds. 

the quiet way they dressed; but best 
of all he liked their baby wrens up in 
the nest! He watched those babies 
learn to fly, their little wings grow 
stronger, and knew the babies would 
not stay within the nest much longer. 
And sure enough, one day he saw one 


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baby fly away to hunt for bugs and in¬ 
sects in the garden ’cross the way. 

But what did Polly see just then, 
come stealing from the house? It was 
the cat out hunting, and not for any 
mouse! She had her eye upon that 
bird, “A wren, a feast,” thought she. 
While Polly Brownie was frightened. 
“What can I do?” said he. And then 
he thought, and quick as scat, began 
to growl, “Bow Wow.” The words the 
children taught him, he was glad to 
say them now. He growled and barked 
like any dog, he scared that old gray 
cat, who thought there must be 


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TWENTY dogs to make a noise like 
that. 

The baby wren flew back again to 
stay by mother’s side; the cat ran off 
to Pancake Barn and found a place to 
hide. While Polly Brownie proudly 
said, “I am a wise old bird. I think 
that was the fiercest bark that cat has 



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The brownies Qo Jishing 

Father Brownie loves to fish, and in 
the summer time he often says, “Oh, 
what a day! I’ll get my rod and line. 
Come children, go and dig some bait, 
I’ll need a lot today; the one who fills 
this pail for me I will a nickel pay. 
Come, Mother Brownie, pack my 
lunch. I’ll bring you home such fish, 
as you have never seen before, to fill 
your largest dish.” 

Mother Brownie smiles and says, 


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“I’ve heard such tales before, but if 
you do not catch a fish, why buy one 
at the store.” Father Brownie shakes 
his head and says, “Just wait and see. 
Very likely I may catch a whale, then 
how surprised you’ll be.” 

Taking Sam and Peter with him, 
which delighted both the boys, who 
would rather go afishing than to have 
the best of toys, they proudly walked 
through Pancake Town until they 
reached the brook, which was made 
of Maple Syrup! They put bait upon 
their hooks, and climbed into their 
rowboat, which was just a peapod 


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green. Then off they rowed, the 
queerest fishing party ever seen. 

Peter Brownie does the rowing 
with tiny sticks for oars, and over 
head a butterfly, like giant airplane 
soars. The grasses nod beside the 
stream, the ferns are palm trees tall, 
and in the shady pools they hear the 
fierce old bull frogs call! 

At last they reach a quiet pool and 
drop their anchor down, and hope to 
catch some big fish to take back 
to Pancake Town. Peter Brownie 
caught some tiny little scooters with 
a net, but Father Brownie fished and 


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fished and not one bite did get. The 
boys at last were growing tired. “It 
is no use,” they sigh; while Father 
said, “Good fishermen must try and 
try and try!” 

Just as he spoke, a minnow large 
with shiny fins and tail, came swim¬ 
ming by—to Brownie folks he looked 
just like a whale! The minnow saw 
the bait, “Oh Ho, Fve found some food 
at last.” Snap, went his jaws and on 
the hook that fish was hanging fast. 
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did bend and sway); then down the 
Maple Syrup stream the fish dashed 
here and there, and after him, he 
dragged the boat. He gave those folks 
some scare! For peapod boats are 
very light and easily upset. “Oh 
Dear,” cried Peter, “I’ll be glad on 
nice dry land to get.” 

But pretty soon the fish grew tired 
and felt that he must stop. Upon a 
sandy, sunny beach, my, how he 
longed to flop! Just then he saw a 
little cove, he gave a mighty swish, 
and there they were upon the shore, 
the Brownies, Boat, and Fish! 


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Peter and Sam were oh, so glad; 
and Father Brownie too, said “Fish¬ 
ing such as that, my boys, I do not 
care to do. It’s sport to joke of catch¬ 
ing whales, but if you’re out for fun, 
and wish to fish in comfort try to 
catch a SMALLER ONE!” 



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Jane c Brownie’s ‘Dress 

Jane Brownie was a pretty child 
with lovely golden curls, and her 
dresses were the envy of the other 
little girls. But since the child is eight 
years old, and taller, taller grows, her 
mother finds it difficult to keep Miss 
Jane in clothes. She sews so hard and 
makes a dress that’s very sure to 
please; when soon, to her surprise, 
’twill be way up above Jane’s knees. 

One day, in spring, Jane’s mother 
said, “It will be summer soon, and 


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Jane has not a thing to wear! We’ll 
go this afternoon, and shop in all the 
Brownie Stores and see the styles they 
show, then buy some good material, 
and I will start to sew. The boys all 
need some summer suits, and it is very 
plain to see that I must get to work 
and make new clothes for Jane. The 
way that child is growing tall is 
strange.” Father said, “How would it 
do to make for her a rubber dress 
instead?” 

The dry goods stores in Pancake 
Town were very good indeed, with 
counters full of all the things the 


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Brownie People need. There were 
stockings, handkerchiefs, and gloves, 
and useful things like these, while up¬ 
stairs there were coats and hats that 
would the fancy please. 

Jane Brownie and her mother 
shopped, and then they shopped some 
more; they had a pile of packages to 
carry from the store. They saw the 
dress goods neatly piled upon the 
Pancake shelf, and mother said that 
Jane might choose material herself. 
Yes, any color that she liked and Jane 
selected blue, and then to trim it 
daintily, she thought some lace would 

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Jane held her package proudly, 
when they went back home again. It 
would take some time to make the 
dress, how could she wait? But then, 
Mother Brownie started sewing very 
early the next day. She let Jane help 
with basting for she did not want to 
play, but sat by Mother sewing feeling 
very proud indeed. Soon she would 
learn the way to make the dresses she 
might need. 

Mother Brownie sewed the buttons 
on, at last the dress was done! Jane 
thought of all the gowns in town, this 
was the prettiest one. She would wear 


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it first on Sunday, when the children 
went to see their dear old Grandma 
Brownie, and were often asked to tea. 
So when Sunday afternoon came 
round, Jane dressed herself with care: 
she blacked her shoes and washed her 
hands, and neatly combed her hair. 
Mother Brownie, having much to do, 
said “You will have to wait. Now 
children, on the porch sit down and 
don’t go out the gate.” 

The Brownie children one and all 
sat meekly in a row, and hoped it 
wouldn’t be too long before ’twas time 
to go. When “diddle, diddle,” what 


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Jane dressed herself with care. 


was this? An organ grinder man, a 
monkey small beside him, capered and 
jumped and ran! The children were 
excited and Jane, sad to relate, almost 
forgot what Mother said and started 
out the gate. The other children 


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called her back. “You know what 
Mother said, we must not go outside 
the gate.” Jane tossed her golden head. 
“Oh, well, I guess I’ll climb the fence 
for Mother didn’t say a thing about 
the fence, so there.” Jane liked to 
have her way, and though she knew 
what Mother meant, and knew it 
wasn’t right to climb the fence, she 
wished to keep the organ man in sight. 

So up she climbed upon the fence 
and gave a great big jump, but on the 
pickets caught her skirt, and down she 
went ker-thump! She bumped her 
head but that was not the worst, as 


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anyone might guess! She had sadly 
torn and ruined her lovely new Blue 
Dress! 

My, how Jane cried while Mother 
bathed and bandaged up her head and 
a sorry little girl she was when she 
was put to bed. And for days she was 
the saddest little girl in Pancake 
Town, for of course she had to wear 
her outgrown dress of faded brown. 



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Tommy brownie (joes Camping 

There were meadows back of Pan¬ 
cake town and woods and rivers wide, 
with rocks and little inlets, where 
pretty fish might hide. The Brownie 
People did not know how nice it was 
out there: they seldom went on jour¬ 
neys, a trip for them was rare. They 
thought there could not be so nice a 
spot as Pancake Town, so were quite 
content to stay there. Said Father 
with a frown, “This traveling business 
may be right for those who have no 


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home, but I prefer my fireside, and do 
not want to roam.” 

Now Tommy Brownie, just turned 
ten, did not feel like that one bit; the 
world, he knew, was big and round. 
He’d often dream of it, and wish he 
had some magic boots to put upon his 
feet, each step would measure half a 
mile and any train could beat! He’d 
go around the world so wide, and look 
at all the sights, — the toy stores, 
candy shops and zoo. Imagine such 
delights! 

And Tommy spent so many hours 
awishing this and that, he did not 


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learn his lessons as he should, but sat 
and sat, until his teacher said, “That 
boy just wastes his time in school, if 
he doesn’t work I am afraid he will 
grow up a fool.” But Mother Brownie, 
being wise, just laughed and said, 
“The scamp! I think the thing to cure 
him best, will be to let him camp.” 

So she and Father Brownie put 
some blankets in a pack, with plate 
and cup and saucer, Tom could strap 
upon his back. The boy was so ex¬ 
cited, he fairly danced with glee, to 
think of going camping, and the 
wondrous sights he’d see. With stick 


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Tommy ^Brownie Cjoes Camping 



He started off one sunny, warm, spring day. 


in hand, he started off, one sunny 
warm spring day, across the Maple 
Syrup brook, where others liked to 
play. Then down the road which 
wound and wound away from Pan¬ 
cake Town, he gaily whistled as he 
walked along, up hill and down. 


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At last it seemed he’d walked ten 
miles, (it really was but three) and 
Tom sat down to eat his lunch be¬ 
neath a shady tree. There were great 
big woods in back of him, a brook was 
rippling near, so Tom said, “Why go 
further? To-night I’ll camp right 
here.” Taking off his shoes and stock¬ 
ings, he waded in the brook, then by 
some Pussy Willow trees, he found 
a cozy nook. He piled some fir tree 
branches to make himself a bed, and 
on them spread his blankets, “That 
looks nice and soft,” he said. He just 
lay down to try it; it was not so soft, 


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he found, but even so ’twas better 
than sleeping on the ground. 

Tom closed his eyes and fell asleep, 
and dreamed of Pancake Town. When 
he awoke ’twas nearly dark, the sun 
was going down. And all around him 
in the woods, the squirrels and robins 
red, were tucking up their babies and 
putting them to bed. Tom heard the 
robin’s good-night song, he saw the 
stars come out, and all at once there 
in the woods the darkness was about. 
He did not like it quite as well as night 
in Pancake Town; and all at once from 
out a tree two BIG ROUND EYES 


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looked down. They saw a tiny little 
boy with frightened eyes of blue; then 
came a voice from out the tree,— 
“WHO, WHO, WHO, WHO are you?” 

Now Tommy Brownie did not know 
that owls come out at night, he was 
just a little Brownie boy, whose knees 
just shook with fright. He left his 
blankets and his kit, and ran with all 
his might, along the road to Pancake 
Town, nor looked to left or right. He 
reached the Maple Syrup Brook and 
knew that home was near. Father 
and Mother, on the porch, had never 
seemed so dear! Father took Tommy 


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He ran with all his might. 


in his arms and said “There, there, my 
son! I knew you’d soon be home 
again, for it is not much fun to go off 
camping by yourself, and the reason 
that I know is ’cause I TRIED IT 
JUST LIKE YOU, OH, MANY YEARS 
AGO!” 


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grandmother brownie Qoes to ^Market 

Grandmother Brownie took a bas¬ 
ket and put on her old gray shawl; said 
she, “I love the children, but ’tis hard 
to feed them all. Next week will be 
Thanksgiving Day, I must get ready 
soon, and bake my pies and bread and 
cake, and clean the dining room! The 
table we’ll make larger, Grandfather 
Brownie tends to that, but I must do 
the marketing. Why, bless me! 
where’s my hat?” At last she found it 
on the shelf and soon she started out 


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to go to Pancake Market. (Now 
Grandmother Brownie’s stout, but she 
is just the joiliest soul, and has a 
merry smile, for everyone along the 
way; she’s loved for many a mile.) 

The butcher likes to see her come 
and Tim, the grocer, too. “Sure she’s 
a bunch of sunshine, and no one can 
feel blue.” But Grandmother Brow¬ 
nie’s smart at that and no one tries 
to cheat, she gets the best of groceries, 
the best of eggs and meat. Behind 
her big round spectacles her eyes are 
bright and clear. “Now, Tim, none of 
that celery; it’s not quite fresh I fear.” 


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And Tim says, “Sure, I’ll open up an¬ 
other crate for you; and here are nice 
sweet grapefruit, Mam, and extra 
large ones too.” 

When she had bought the meat and 
fruit, the flour, and things like that, 
Grandmother ordered for Thanksgiv¬ 
ing Day, a Turkey, large and fat! 
Enough for all the Brownie Folks, 
both large and small she knew, and 
then from out her pocketbook, a paper 
Grandmother drew, and on it was an¬ 
other list of things for her to get. 
“Here Tim, are other things I want, 
I’m not quite finished yet. 


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grandmother Qoes to iMarket 


“I wish some salmon for the cat, a 
bunch of catnip too; some suet for 
the birds to eat, I think a pound will 
do; some crackers for Poll Brownie, 
please; the friendly squirrels will need 
some nuts to crack, put in a pound, 
we have a lot to feed. Some Puppy 
biscuit for the dog—he begs and sits 
right up and wags his cunning tail, he 
is the wisest pup! And then as I came 
down the street I heard that Mr. Kelly 
was sick again with rheumatism, just 
send him up some jelly. Old Dinah 
White, our laundress, has six children 
now to feed, for them I’d like some 


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cereals, and bread I think they’ll need. 

“Now then,” said Grandmother 
Brownie, and she smiled a tired smile, 
“I think I’ve shopped enough today, 
to last me for a while. If I find I have 
forgotten things I’ll send good Grand¬ 
father down. Good morning, sirs, I 
think your store, the best in Pancake 
Town.” 



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The brownies* Thanksgiving 

Thanksgiving Morning Grand¬ 
mother Brownie woke at half past 
five. She rubbed her eyes, looked at 
the clock, exclaiming, “As I’m alive, 
’tis time that I was up and dressed, 
there are many things to do; my tur¬ 
key must be cleaned and cooked; and 
pies and pudding too!” 

So up she rose, the dear old soul, 
and tiptoed out the door, so as not 
to waken Grandfather,—she could 
hear him snore. She had things in the 


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oven before ’twas breakfast time; and 
Mr. Turk was fixed and stuffed, and 
oh, that bird looked fine. And when 
old Dinah came to help there was not 
much to do, but Grandmother said, 
“It’s better so, I like to know I’m 
through. Now, Dinah, let’s make gin¬ 
gerbread: we might roll out some 
tarts, to please the Brownie children, 
they love them, bless their hearts!” 

With gingerbread old Dinah made 
some funny little men, with currant 
eyes and raisin mouths, and sugar 
hair, and then she rolled and cut some 
piecrust into the shape of hearts, and 


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when with jam she filled them, my, 
they were lovely tarts! She put them 
in the pantry upon the lowest shelf; 
and said, “I declare they look so good 
Fd eat them all myself!” 

At twelve o’clock the family came, 
the Brownies large and small; so 
many that the Pancake house could 
hardly hold them all. And Dickie 


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Brownie brought his dog, a cunning 
Brownie Pup, with curly tail and 
dancing eyes, and ears that stood 
straight up. The dinner was at two 
o’clock; said Mother Brownie, “Well, 
my children, all run out and play until 
you hear the bell.” 

To Grandfather Brownie’s Pan¬ 
cake Barn they all went off to 
play, except the Pup and Dickie,— 
they went another way. That way 
was to the pantry door to see what 
they could spy, for Dickie just loved 
sweet things, and most of all loved 
pie! Dinah was in the dining room so 


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did not see the two; as the pantry 
door was open the dog and boy stole 
through! 

Yum, Yum, the goodies on the shelf 
made Dickie dance with glee. “Now 
Mr. Pup, we’ll try a few.” (’Twas 
naughty as could be, but Dickie didn’t 
think of that, he only thought of how 
the tarts would taste and ginger¬ 
bread! He wanted some right now.) 
So up he climbed upon a chair so he 
could reach the shelf, and we surely 
can imagine how Dickie stuffed him¬ 
self! He fed the Brownie Puppy too, 
I’m sorry to relate, the greedy two 


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sat on the floor and ate, and ate, and 
ate. 

At two o’clock the feast was spread, 
the Brownies large and small gath¬ 
ered in Grandmother’s dining room, 
and very hungry all. They are a 
merry family and happy as can be. 
But isn’t some one missing? An empty 
chair I see. Oh, yes, one little boy is 
sick, a Brownie puppy too, so both are 
put to bed upstairs. I KNOW WHO 
IT IS, DON’T YOU? 



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5U5E 
BROVniES 
ASTER, 
LOVERS 


Sue Brownie was the vainest little 
girl in Pancake Town,—she had a new 
plaid dress of silk. ’Twas blue and 
soft as down, and trimmed with vel- 


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vet ribbon, which Mother sewed in 
rows. It had a nice long sash, and on 
the shoulders pretty bows. To match 
the dress, Sue had a hat all trimmed 
with daisies bright, and when she 
wore that dress and hat, she thought 
she was just right! 

Now while it may be very nice these 
pretty clothes to see, it is not good for 
little girls too vain and proud to be. 
And Susie, though a pleasant child 
was vain we must confess, and all she 
thought about these days, was that 
new hat and dress! 

On Easter Sunday, she had planned 


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to go to church with Prue (a little girl 
who lived next door and often played 
with Sue). The service was at three 
o’clock on Easter afternoon, but the 
girls were dressed and ready about 
an hour too soon. They wandered up 
and down the walk and down the Pan¬ 
cake lane; they smoothed their curls 
and tossed their heads, oh, they were 
very vain! 

“I know,” said Susan, “what to do. 
Let’s go down by the brook and pick 
a bunch of violets; how pretty they 
will look.” So to the Maple Syrup 
brook they ran and thought it fun, to 


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From stone to stone across the brook she jumped. 

































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look for violets on the bank but they 
could not find one. But in the middle 
of the brook there was an island 
round, and Sue was sure big violets 
could over there be found. To get 
across the brook she had to jump from 
stone to stone; said Prue, “I will not 
try it, you will have to go alone.” 

Sue took off her shoes and stockings 
and said, “You just watch me. I will 
bring the largest violets that you 
could wish to see.” From stone to 
stone across the brook she jumped; 
and soon Miss Sue was picking violets 
by the score. The grass was fairly 


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blue with them and soon she had 
enough and started for the shore. Of 
course to get back there she had to 
jump the stones once more. 

Right in the middle of the brook 
one stone was very wet, which made 
it slippery and hard to stand upon and 
yet Susie thought that she would be 
all right and toward it gave a jump. 
Her feet flew up, and down she went 
into the brook ker-plump! Of course 
it was not very deep, she quickly 
scrambled out; but a wetter, sadder 
little girl, you’d never find about. 

Her hat was wet, her curls were 


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straight; and oh, that nice new dress. 
The velvet ribbon all was spoiled, her 
hat was just a mess! Did Susie go to 
church with Prue that Easter after¬ 
noon? Instead, she went straight 
home to Mother Brownie. Very soon, 
a certain little Brownie girl was safely 
tucked in bed; “the place to think 
things over and be sorry,” Mother 
said. 



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The c Brownies > Hallowe'en 

At Hallowe’en the Brownie chil¬ 
dren liked to get dressed up; they 
even put an orange bow on Gyp, the 
Brownie pup. For days and weeks 
beforehand the children every one 
had saved their nickels and their 
dimes: they knew it would be fun, to 
go down town and shop a bit, when 
Hallowe’en came round, and see what 
funny masks and horns and pop-guns 
could be found. 

A Jack-o-lantern seemed to them so 


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very large and fat, they were scared 
to venture near one; and when they 
saw a bat! They thought it truly was 
a witch, with great big wings to fly 
right through the air and with a 
broom, sweep cobwebs from the sky. 

The Brownie children wanted 
masks, each with a face so funny, such 
big round eyes, a long thin nose, or 
ears just like a bunny. Each bought 
a pop-gun or a horn to make a good 
loud noise. (And as these little 
Brownie folks are much like other 
boys.) The girls bought cloth with 
which to make themselves some funny 


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The brownies’ Hallowe’en 


clothes,— of course dear Mother 
Brownie’s help they each would need 
for those. At home once more, they 
set to work with needles and with 
thread, and sewed with all their might 
and main until ’twas time for bed. 

Sue Brownie made a funny dress 
with great big buttons on it, both 
front and back, and then to match 
she made a funny bonnet. Jane made 
a suit just like a clown, with great full 
pants and ruff, to make herself look 
fat, in front a pillow she would stuff! 
Anne Brownie made a fairy dress with 
tinsel stars of gold, while Prudence 


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dressed up like a witch all bent and 
gray and old! 

When Hallowe’en at last came 
round, quite ready every one, the 
Brownie children large and small, 
were ready for the fun. The boys 
put on old clothes and tried to make 
themselves look rough, and with their 
horns and whistles, they all made 
noise enough. 

As soon as it was fairly dark they 
thought that they would go and ring 
the doorbells, every one they found 
on Pancake Row; then quick as any 
mouse before the Brownie folks inside 


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could ever reach the door, they each 
would run away and hide! They even 
went to Grandfather’s house to let 
that dear old man put on his “specs” 
and try to guess each one. “He never 
can,” said Susan as she led the way, 
and all the merry troop were very 
shortly standing on Grandfather 
Brownie’s stoop. 

Sue tried to ring the doorbell, but 
goodness, gracious, me, she found her 
hands and fingers were sticky as could 
be. Grandfather Brownie’s played a 
joke and covered it with glue! How 
all the Brownie children laughed to 


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The *1$rownies’ Hallowe’en 



They had a merry play. 


look at sticky Sue! And then the 
front door opened and a funny man 
came out dressed like an old hobgob¬ 
lin; as he quickly looked about. “Come 
children, get in line,” he said. “We’re 


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The Tancak e brownies 


going to have some fun.” Twas 
Grandfather Brownie all dressed up, 
oh, he’s a jolly one! 

He marched them to the meadow, 
where they had a merry play; the 
moon and stars were out so bright, it 
almost seemed like day. The children 
danced until they all were breathless 
as could be, then Grandfather said, 
“Boys, you will find a basket by that 
tree. Go bring it here.” And true 
enough they did as they were told, 
and found a great big basket, stuffed 
as full as it would hold, with nice red 
apples, popcorn balls, and Grand- 


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mother’s gingerbread. And “didn’t it 
taste good out doors,”—the Brownie 
children said. 

When the basket was quite empty, 
it was time for home and bed and up 
the lane a tired troop of children, 
Grandfather led. Each one would 
soon be ready to go to sleep and 
dream about their sport and frolic and 
a happy Hallowe’en. 



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Pancake Town in winter is a very 
pretty sight with snow upon the 
bungalows, like sugar frosting white. 
And where the Maple Syrup brook in 


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^Pancake Town in Winter Time 


summer sparkles bright, in winter it 
is frozen up, so any moonlight night, 
the grown-up Brownie People may 
be seen upon the ice with cheeks 
aglow, for ice and snow make winter 
sports so nice. 

The Brownie children like to skate 
and slide and snowball too, and so 
each one can hardly wait his lessons 
to be through, when he can run down 
to the pond or go and get his sled to 
slide on good old TAFFY HILL. 
There’s Tom and Dick and Ned, and 
all the other boys and girls. They are 
a merry crew, who laugh and play and 


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The ^Pancake r ow nies 


have good times the chilly winter 
through. 

Sometimes they harness Gyp, the 
pup, and make him draw the sleigh 
until one day while driving him, they 
had a runaway! For Gyp just chanced 
to see a cat and thought it would be 
fun to chase her down the street and 
see how fast a cat could run. So off 
he started with a growl, of course the 
cat ran too; the children tried to hold 
Gyp back, but little could they do. 

They had a merry, merry chase 
across the fields and lane; but Gyp 
could not get near the cat, he tried 


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The Brownies like 


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The T an c ake brownies 


with might and main! The Brownie’s 
sleigh swayed all around and bumped, 
as one might know; the children one 
by one fell off into the soft white 
snow. They were not hurt a single 
bit, in fact they thought it fun, and 
Gyp found out that it is hard to draw 
a sleigh and run. 

Of course he didn’t catch the cat, 
she just ran in the barn, and cuddled 
in the soft warm hay, where she was 
safe from harm. The Brownie chil¬ 
dren laughed at Gyp while he said, 
“Bow, wow, wow, wow, it’s hard to 
do two things at once, you surely must 
allow!” ss 







The ‘Brownies’ Ticnic 


The Picnic Grounds in Pancake 
Town are down beside the brook, 
where in amidst a group of ferns, 
there is a shady nook with tiny toad 
stool tables and dainty little chairs, 
Father Brownie made from petals of 
soft green maiden-hairs. The green 
moss makes a carpet that is fit for any 
queen; indeed this picnic ground is 
quite the nicest ever seen. 

On Saturdays, in summer, when the 
days are warm and bright, Mother 


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Brownie often says, “We will go pic¬ 
nicking to-night.” The children are 
delighted so each one tries his best, 
to help her get things ready, the bas¬ 
kets, and the rest. There are sand¬ 
wiches, and hard boiled eggs, and 
cookies, cake and milk; they pack it 
oh, so carefully, so not a drop is spilt. 

When all is ready, off they go to 
Maple Syrup Brook, you can tell how 
much they like it, by the happy way 
they look. The children go in wading 
and say it’s fine and cool, while Father 
Brownie fishes in a quiet little pool. 
Mother Brownie sets the table with 


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Each one tries his best to help. 


dishes wee and white, for lily-of-the- 
valley cups she finds will be just right, 
to hold the milk (for children dear, 
there’s nothing quite so good) and 
from such cunning cups as these they 
will drink all they should. For plates 


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The Tancake brownies 


she uses tiny shells so clean and white 
and round, while for a dainty table¬ 
cloth, some Queen Anne’s Lace is 
found. 

When everything is ready, it all looks 
very fine, and Mother settles down to 
rest and read till supper time. If 
Father Brownie’s lucky and should 
chance to catch a fish, he will build a 
fire and cook it in a tiny acorn dish. 

The children wade and splash about 
and have a merry play, and some of 
them on thistle stalks will gaily swing 
and sway. Some milk weed pods are 
dainty boats in which to take a row; 


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When everything is ready it all looks very fine, 
























T he Pancake c Brownies 


but the little Brownie children are 
not allowed to go; that sport is for 
the older ones, the younger ones must 
stay in close to shore until they learn 
to swim and dive some day. 

Mother calls them in to supper when 
six o’clock comes round, no happier 
crowd of children in Pancake Town 
is found. They are hungry, tired and 
dirty, but what fun they each have 
had, and Mother pats them lovingly 
and says that she is glad to have such 
happy boys and girls and now they 
each must eat as daintily as if at home 
and try to be as neat. 


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No crusts of bread or apple skins, or 
cans are thrown around; when supper 
time is over, the boys look on the 
ground, for any scraps of paper, they 
collect it every bit till all is neat and 
spic and span and then they’re proud 
of it. 

“It is nice to have a picnic place,” 
said Mother Brownie dear, “that is 


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beautiful with flowers and ferns and 
moss, like this one here; it is nice to 
have just all the fun you children can, 
but then, it is best to clean up neatly 
so ’tis nice to come again!” 

Now if the little Brownie folks are 
wise to say and do, Fm sure that folks 
like YOU and ME could try to do it 
too. 



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